this place is not mine this place where my mind is kept it pushes me through the walls and windows of other places where minds are kept over and over I do the same thing again over and over I do the same thing again I open doors and run inside houses that aren’t mine I… Continue reading over and over and
Everything is foggy. Why am I so. Foggy. There is a cut just under the knuckle of my left thumb and I don’t know when it got there or how but it has been there at least the last few days and it is not like it is bleeding or there is a scab just… Continue reading Cut.
This house is creaking more often than it should, more often that it has before. My eyes run along cracks in the ceiling. I imagine myself small enough to climb up the wall and through one of these cracks. I imagine it runs all the way through the ceiling, up past the rafters and outside… Continue reading Minutes Before Sleep